Story #47: Filtered Out

Story #47: Filtered Out (Final part to 'Trapped Under the Filter') (Content Tags: Messy diapers, Squishing, Brain-Drain, Humiliation, Younger brother antagonizes older brother, adult protagonist) I had been at it for a while. Longer than I probably could have even realized; my mind was so satisfied with the squishy sensation of my mucking around, that I'd become locked into it, continously gyrating my fully messy rump on the carpet, hearing my bulky adult diaper squelching underneath me with every semblance of a motion, and smelling giddily at the ripe plumes of stench that constantly drifted up around me. There was a part of me, the real me, that felt absolutely disgusted by my own gleeful pleasure. Here I was, someone who was supposed to be in college to further enhance my own mind, and instead I was sitting on the floor of my little brother's room, with a giant adult diaper that was loaded to the brim with my own fuming filth. Drooling on myself, scooting back and forth to feel the squishing of my own manure, grunting out occasional farts to sputter wetly into the thick muck. My brother had taken a hatchet to my dignity. And I was so close to fixing it now! The cryptic bauble, a toddler toy phone, was just a few feet away in that toy chest. I just needed to reach out and grab it! I could be completely back to normal, and my life would become my own, I just needed to gain control over my own willpower. But...These big pushies had made lots of hot squishies for me to enjoy now...And I still had plenty of time until my brother returned, right? My dirty diaper wouldn't stay in such a perfectly cozy state forever! And besides that, as soon as I *did* fix it, then I would never get to enjoy this again. This truly felt unlike any joy I could think of from my former life, like a drug, and to use that phone would be to take it away... ...But it was artificial, and I knew that! These weren't my own feelings or desires! It was something that'd been put over me against my will, just another layer to the existential filter that my brother had crafted. Without it, I surely wouldn't even miss this kind of smelly 'happiness'. I scooted myself a little closer to the toy chest and began to slowly reach out my arm towards it. It felt so difficult to overcome this mental block, like there were dumbells strapped to my wrist. "Nngh...P-Phhoooone..." I heard myself groan, with the hope that saying what I was after would inspire the rest of my body to follow suit. "Ugh...Smells like a poopy diaper in here.." I could suddenly hear coming from the doorway. How could this be? I thought I had at least an hour? How long had I been mindlessly squelching in my poopie? I reached further, now rushed by the sound of my returning brother, and I was so close to grabbing the phone. "Oh, no surprise why, huh? You must have been in here a while to fill the room with this much stink!" He came up behind me and took a gander down at my bulging diaper, clicking his tongue in mock disappointment. "Good thing we got you the extra big ones, just for super drooly dummies like you, huh? With the messes you make, you gotta have the ones that even the special ed dummies would make fun of!" He circled around, raising an eyebrow at the strained way my arm was gripping out at the toy box, but not getting any closer to the toy within. "You came to get the phone, hmm? So why didn't you fix things? Do you maybe enjoy being a pantspooping idiot too much? That's what it looks like to me.." He grinned smugly, bending down to gloat in my face. "You probably came in here to find it, and then you took a big steamin' dump in those jumbo Pamps of yours, and then you just couldn't help yourself! Like a pig in mud...And now, you don't think you can go through with fixin' things, because you love your dumb dookie diapers sooooo much! How'd I do? Spot on?" I had to admit I was shocked by his insight. He had me pegged on every count. The only matter that made it less impressive was that he had been the one to make me like this, so that insight was well-informed by his own past ill intentions. "N-nooo!" I childishly tried to deny. I watched him turn and pick up the phone and wondered for a moment what else he could plan to do to me. He still had that wide grin, like he'd already thought several moves ahead. "Oh? Okay then. Why don't we see about that then! If you can prove to me that you're serious about going back to normal, then I'll let you! Otherwise.. Well, I'll go ahead and make the filter unnecessary." The implication was frightening. My intelligence was completely untouched by his malicious actions, it was only that all my words and actions got put through a filter of idiocy. My body's abilities were stunted, and any word that passed my lips became changed to sound like someone with hardly two brain cells to rib together. As it was, I was a fully aware spectator, and a hapless participant, in a reality where college was an impossible dream. So to make the filter unnecessary, well, that was to make my lack of outward intelligence become something accurate to my inward mind. I watched as my brother walked away to the other side of the room and placed the phone on the floor. He then briskly returned to where I was seated and gave me a pat on the head. "Well? Have at it, dumb-dumb! Just crawl to it and you can have it. Then all you gotta do is pick up the phone and tell it what you want...Easy, right?" It'd be easy if the circumstances weren't so weighted against me. I gave my brother the best scowl I could muster and began to shift onto my hands and knees, and now I could feel the heavy diaper sagging on my hips. My brother laughed at the sight, now getting a full view of just how full my pants really were. "Well, come on stinky! Start crawlin!" He jeered, pushing the lumpy back of the diaper with his foot, creating an audible squish. My fury was my motivation. The boiling of my blood would be what drove me to victory! I began the arduous journey forward, shakily and shoddily moving at a snail's pace. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my brother quietly trailing behind me, just looking amused by my sudden burst of determination. When I was nearly at my goal, my brother suddenly got in front of my path to stop me. "Hold on, hold on...I might have made things just a *little* too easy. Let's give you one last challenge." I didn't have any time to wonder what shady bullshit he was trying to pull; he came toward me, to my side, and bent down to squeeze at my pudgy stomach. **BRAAAAAPPPP! PLARP!** I groaned deeply and shuddered. I suddenly had to raise my padded butt upward and lower my head, flatulence ripping hard at my diaper. No! I was so close! This would ruin everything! I gritted my teeth, feeling a large turd beginning to push itself out into my already crammed diaper. "How's that feel, huh? A big new poopie in your diapee? Must be hard to ignore, huh? Probably makes you want to stop worryin' about that dumb phone and just go back to squishing your icky diaper like a dumb little baby!" Drool was coating my lips, accumulating at an accelerated rate from the sudden bodily strain of my gargantuan steamer getting squeezed out. My brother wasn't wrong, all my brain wanted to do was to finish pooping and sit down in my new mess to admire my 'creation'. I was near the end of the road, but now there was a fork in it. What way would I go? I really didn't have much of an option. The compulsion was far too great for any logic to override; it should have been obvious that my only goal should be to keep crawling towards the phone, regardless of whatever devious shenanigans my brother wanted to play, but knowing such a thing wasn't enough to make it a reality. The back of my thick adult diaper was starting to pull away from the crook of my back, the waistband no longer snugly taut against my skin, as the tremendous turd continued to get expelled. "Nnnghhhh....P-pooo....M-make.. Big...Poopie...!" I muttered through gritted teeth, my shirt drenched in my own free-flowing saliva. I heard my brother laugh, "That's right! You are makin' a really big 'poopie', just like a good diaper dummy does. That's the most important thing in your life, isn't it?" I furrowed my brow and made a few more mighty pushes, the long and loathsome log finally, and mercifully, pinching and plopping into my overextended seat with a hefty thud. It was so warm and big, I could feel my mind growing foggy at the prospect of simply plopping down on my newest 'parcel' to give it a proper squishing. No! I was stronger than this! I exerted all the willpower I could and began to inch forward again, my diaper sagging comically behind me. I was getting closer, and closer... And then I felt the mucky pile getting pressed hard against my rump. I looked over my shoulder and saw the unimpressed face of my baby brother, no longer seeming to think that this was a fun little game, as evident by his foot pressing down on my diaper. "Nuh-uh, I think you've gone far enough, stinky." He began to cruelly twist his heel around, making the lumpy garment squelch in response, which was becoming too much for my curse-addled mind to handle. "I didn't expect you could still control yourself so well, but...I think that this is enough to put a stop to that, hm?" It was game over. Maybe I could have handled another load in my pants, but the active smooshing of it was enough to make my mind set itself ablaze. Without another word, I flopped backwards onto my butt and began to wiggle around on the floor, feeling my newest addition getting mashed flat inside the diaper. My brother laughed again, put at ease. He had been genuinely worried for a moment that I might succeed in my little quest across his bedroom floor. He bent down and grabbed the colorful toy telephone. He picked up the receiver with a big smarmy smile and looked over at me, "Well, I told you what would happen..." He pretended to dial the thing and waited a moment before speaking to whatever unnatural force existed on the other side of it. "...Yup, couldn't stop being a big stupid doo-doo brain for even a couple of minutes. So, I think its time to make him one for real. Memories? He can keep those. I still want him to know what he used to have...Just take away all his smarts. Talk? Yeah, I guess so, maybe just leave him still able to talk about poop, since that's so important to him now." Just like the last two times that my brother had dialed the seemingly impossible number from his little baby toy, the changes were immediate. I could actively feel the neurological make-up of my brain changing, as if synapses were being deleted altogether. The outward expression I'd been giving now matched the inward emptiness of my intelligence. I didn't just look and act like a drooling retard, I had actually become one. My little brother sauntered closer to give me some more condescending pats on the head. "I bet I could play your head like a drum now, huh? Nothin' inside...Well, nothin' good." I looked up at him with a blank expression, barely able to keep up with what he was saying. My only response ended up being a deep guttural rhapsody that sputtered wetly into my packed 'Pampers', in a way, that was the most fitting reply I could have mustered. The younger boy gawked, a mix of disgust, amusement, and even a small amount of pity flashing across his face. He bent down to my level on the floor and held out the toy phone, "I bet you don't even remember how to use this, huh? Too complicated for a mushbrain like you...You'd probably drool on it, or stick it in the back of your icky diaper!" I babbled dumbly, one finger in my nose, while the other lazily reached out to grab at the phone. My brother laughed and let me pick it up, probably wondering what I'd do with it. I held it and tilted my head, remembering its importance, but not all the particulars; thinking was so hard now. The little show was cut short by our mother's voice piercing the air, coming from downstairs. "Sweetie, one of your little friends is on the phone and wants to talk to you!" That was enough to distract my brother for long enough for me to straighten up the few thoughts I had left. I picked up the receiver and put it up to my drooly mouth, clumsily pushing buttons to 'dial' the supernatural line my brother had fancied this whole time. "Be down in a minute!" He shrilly shouted back. I heard the phone ring, and then: "Yes, hello? What can I make a reality for you today?" My brother was looking back down, probably to corral me out of his room, and his face went white at the sight of me using the toy. "H-hey, stop that, put it down!" This was my only chance! But words were so hard...I had so few left, and they were all so juvenile and unrefined. I didn't have time to really think about it though... "Mmph...Baby brudder like me! He no talky phone no more! P-poo-poo! Doodie! Poopie head! Tardy brudder make hot fudgies in diapee! Poopie always! Diapee brownies! Brudder brain be like..." I felt a sudden fullness in my belly and quickly moved the headpiece of the phone behind me, pressing it up against my loaded diaper. **FFFFRRRRRTTTBLARRRRT! SPLORT! SQUISH-PLOP!** That longwinded fart, which turned quickly into a boiling geyser of mush, made one of the rudest sounds I'd ever heard...And all of it, even without being speech, went toward the listener on the other side. I watched, mouth hanging open, as my brother began to change to match my immature description. The little boy's shorts puffed out tremendously and then morphed into a onesie, clearly (barely) covering a massive youth diaper, much like my own adult version. His fearful eyes grew dull and he began to smile in an ignorant bliss, a soggy drool-bib now wrapped around his neck. His room changed too, starting to resemble an oversized nursery instead of a typical ten year old boy's room. Crib, changing table, baby toys, everything! His legs wobbled and he started to dig around in his nose, "Smell poopie.." He dumbly murmured, referencing my own extremely loaded diaper, though not in a manner that conveyed any disgust from it. He suddenly lifted a leg and began to get red in the face, "M-make fudgies..! Go **POOOOOOP**!" The boy excitedly exclaimed, starting to sputter out some toots to pepper his diaper with, before I could hear some juicy sounding splattering coming from his bulky padding. From the look in his eyes, he seemed pretty vacant, but there was still a glimmer there...As if I had put a 'filter' on him, much like he'd initially put on me. It was impossible to really tell, since my request had been so poorly cobbled together, but it was likely that the boy still had his mind intact in there, but he couldn't show any proof of it. I dropped the phone, forgetting all about it and instead watching my brother soil himself like a mudbutt moron, that was more my speed anyways! As I watched his onesie sag with the shameful weight of his droppings, I began to forget everything I'd been desperately trying to keep a hold of in my emptied head. The phone would become a relic of a past that never was, and there would have been no victors in this fraternal conflict. Older and younger brother, now both transformed into mushbrained diaper-dumpers, without any conception of going back to the way things were. My little brother might still have had a chance too, if I hadn't barred him from using the phone to make any additional changes. It was a pyrrhic victory to some degree. Vengeance had been accomplished, but no remedy had been won. I no longer remembered what the phone was for, and my brother couldn't use it...This would just be how things were, barring some miracle. I didn't mind. My poopy diaper was hot and squishy, and that was all I needed to be satisfied with life.